Duke, This Will Sting for a Moment (30 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 111

No one knows when the Magic Tower was first built.

It is said that the Magic Tower already existed even in the era when people recorded history not with letters, but with pictures.

Due to differing eyewitness accounts and records regarding the Tower’s location and form throughout time, doubts about its credibility have always persisted.

Those who claimed to have seen it in the east described it as a colossal fortress, while others who said they saw it along the border between the north and the islands claimed it resembled an ivory tower stretching to the heavens.

Nowadays, it is said the Magic Tower stands atop a massive mountain at the westernmost edge, surrounded by clouds of dust.

However, only those granted permission by the Tower could set foot there, and the few insiders who came and went from the Tower mostly avoided public attention, leaving nothing certain about it at all.

One thing was certain: throughout the grand flow of time, as countless nations rose and fell, the Magic Tower had never once been breached by outside attack.

Occasionally, reckless fools—heedless of their own lives—would attempt to storm the Tower, lured by magic artifacts beyond any price.

Yet they invariably paid the price with severed limbs or lost lives, shattered against the barrier woven by past Lords of the Magic Tower through the very essence of wisdom.

The Magic Tower was safe. The mages within were accustomed to living in quietude and silence, immersed in their own research.

That day, too, the Magic Tower appeared peaceful as ever—at least on the surface.

The mages were so overwhelmed treating the five hundred coma patients dumped on them by the Lord of the Magic Tower that they barely had time for their own research, let alone a moment’s peace to even visit the lavatory, leaving them with mouths twisted in irritation.

Ricarion, the current Lord of the Magic Tower, who was personally handling the other five hundred patients, was likewise rushing frantically between the infirmary and his laboratory, tending to patients while also examining the corpse mercenaries sent from the Grand Duke’s estate.

Regular strategy meetings with the Tower’s leadership had also become an indispensable part of Ricarion’s schedule these days.

No matter how isolated the Tower remained from the outside world, with both the coma plague and now corpse mercenaries emerging, it was impossible to treat these matters as someone else’s problem.

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